Tristan ended up falling asleep there and having swung his blade for two hours straight before growing fatigued, he ended up sleeping for a bit over an hour.
Slowly parting his eyelids, he allowed his gaze to fall on the world around him. He sighed turning to lay on his back. His expression darkened instantly.
"What are you doing here?" He asked the figure sitting on a tree branch not too far from him. She had her legs crossed and looked at him with an amused smile.
He felt vexed.
"Nothing much," Viera responded. "I tracked you after you vanished from the cafeteria."
"You're meddling," Tristan retorted, sitting up. He looked to his left side where his unsheathed blade was. He picked it up and stood, putting it in the scabbard attached to his back.
"I know. But someone had to watch out for you while you slept. The island is safe but there are still little creatures that can do you harm. Like insects or normal snakes."
